This is the best approximation of the story I wrote 4 years ago, then sent
to a magazine without copying it.  It was my first worth of erotic fiction.
I hope I did the original justice.  If anyone recognizes the story and could
either tell me what magazine printed it and when, or could copy it to a text
file and send it to me, I would be very grateful. Phoenixfr@aol.com

Standard Disclaimer:  If you are under the legal age to read erotic fiction
in your state or country please move on.  If you don't like gay erotic
fiction (men having sex with men) why are you reading from this newsgroup
anyway?

Forever

by Phoenix

Ike sighed as he pulled his rental car into Circle Towers.  He had been gone
for almost a year, yet little had changed.  After parking in the usual spot,
he gathered his bags and strolled toward the entrance.  In the elevator he
breathed deeply, realizing that even the smells were the same.  It wasn't
long before he found himself in front of their door.  He unlocked the door
and stepped in and the past greeted him.

Ike had always thought of himself as straight.  He had never really
entertained the thought of a relationship with a man.  That was until he met
Tim.  Sitting at Denny's one night they had talked for hours while Tim
waited table on the graveyard shift.  After Tim got off work they had gone
to this very building, although in the parking garage, with Ike's friend Ted
driving.

As Ted slept in the front seat of his car, Ike and Tim had talked for hours
sharing a bowl.  He knew Tim was gay.  He wasn't effeminate but neither was
he very masculine.  He of course brought it up and Tim said he was.  Ike
told him he wasn't, but he wasn't uncomfortable with Tim.  "My father's
gay," he told him.

They fast became the closest of friends.  It almost disturbed Ike how fast.
It wasn't long before he understood that Tim was his soulmate.  That person
that would always make him feel just a little more complete than he was
alone.  He just wasn't ready to deal with it at the time.

Along came Ike's first excuse to get mad at Tim, Ike ran.  He just couldn't
handle his feelings for Tim.  He was in love, but with another man.  He just
couldn't accept that.

Soon a mutual friend got them talking again, and it was like nothing had
happened.  He admitted to Tim that he was in love with him, but it was hard
for him to deal with.  Thankfully, Tim understood.  Soon they just got
closer and closer.  Tim, Ike and Ike's girlfriend Vicki were almost
inseparable.  They insisted that Tim wasn't a third wheel every time he
insisted they needed time alone.  Then it started to happen again.

He noticed it one night when they were waiting for Tim's bus home.  Vicki
was there and her best friend Bev.  He had picked Tim up in his arm and
twirled him around, which wasn't unusual.  They were always hugging.  Then
Ike looked over and saw the look in his girlfriend's eyes, as she whispered
to her best friend.  He suddenly realized that he treated Tim more like his
girlfriend than he did his girlfriend, except in that one way which was a
bridge Ike just couldn't cross.  Not a week went by and he had pushed Tim
out of his life again.

He walked the halls of the apartment.  Everything was just as he had left
it.  In his months abroad he had hired a maid to come in regularly.

Originally he had bought the apartment 6 years ago just after he had married
Tacey.  They had been happy for a while, and then ... well Tacey just left.
Her note said she couldn't take it anymore, every time he looked in her
eye's she could tell he wished she was someone else.  She couldn't compete
anymore with a ghost.

Ike stood in before the front door again.  In his mind he saw himself
opening it 3 years ago.

There stood Tim.  His black wavy hair cascading down to his shoulders.  His
pink lips, framed by the porcelain flawless pallor of his face pulled into a
slight grin.  Ike had called and said he needed to see him and there he was.
No resentment.  No hate because of his broken heart.  Ike had said he needed
him and he came.

He brought Tim to the coach and got them coffee.  Looking into Tim's eyes he
felt at home again.

"Tacey left me." he said.

Tim just nodded, sympathizing with the man he loved.  He reached out and
hugged him.  As they embraced he whispered into Tim's ear, "She said she
couldn't compete with you."

Then he took this man's face in his hand and kissed him, finally mustering
up the courage to take what he had wanted so long, but had denied himself.
Tim yielded to this first kiss, and to both of them it felt like no kiss
they had had before.  They seemed to melt into each other.

Ike was so wrapped up in the moment that he was surprised to see their
clothes were suddenly on the floor.  He relented and wrapped Tim in his arms
and pulled him on top of himself.  His hand traveled down the body he had
secretly longed for for so many years.  He was sure Tim felt like he was
being eaten alive as Ike's pent up passion exploded, and he rolled Tim over
and devoured his way down Tim's body.  His mouth and hands traveled across
his neck and down to Tim's pec's, small and tight like manly breasts.  He
flicked his tongue around each of Tim's large dark nipple's.  His kisses
became more aggressive down Tim's flat stomach.  He couldn't wait any longer
as he took Tim's short thick member into his mouth that first time.  He had
waited to long, he could wait no longer.  He sucked furiously, indulging in
his lovers taste and smell. They could go slow later.

Ike licked his way down Tim's penis and found his large sack, greedily
licking and sucking the succulent scrotum before him.  He only let up for a
moment as he twisted around plunging his thick seven inches into his lover's
mouth.  It felt to him like two piece of a puzzle finally joined, when he
found his cock entering Tim's throat just as easily as Tim had entered his.

He let Tim's cock fall from his lip's and lifted Tim's legs to plunged his
tongue into Tim's pink rosebud, so quickly and deftly, and was rewarded by a
deep gasp of both pleasure and surprise.  Tim started to nearly fuck Ike's
cock down his throat in response.

Ike rose and turned once more.  His lips found Tim's as his cock buried
itself in Tim's ass.  Once again they seemed to fit like no other had
before.  They both groaned.  Tim's ass rose to meet his thrust.  Ike found a
level of sexual interest he had never had before.  For the first time in his
life, he felt totally uninhibited.  He pounded his lover's cavern and fucked
his mouth with his tongue.  Both their bodies jerked and spasm
simultaneously, and finally their love met it's crescendo.

Ike laid across Tim, his limp cock still buried in Tim's ass and sleep
seemed to take him before he could stop it.  As he drift off he heard Tim
whisper, "Forever."

Ike crossed the living room to the balcony door and slipped out.  He lit up
a cigarette, and grasped the railing looking out at the blanket of tree's
behind Circle Towers.  His heart ached looking at those tree's.

They had lived together for two years.  Their love affair never seemed to
peter down, as all Ike's relationships had in the past.  Until the night Ike
had the dream.

It was Tim's habit, to Ike's continuing distress, to walk at night.  Not
along the street or around the grounds, as one would expect, but through the
woods.  Tim loved to wander through the tree's at night, when everything was
quiet and peaceful.  Sometimes after they had made love, Tim would slip out
of bed as Ike slept and take his stroll through the woods, as he did in
Ike's dream that night.

In his dream he saw Tim walking through the forest.  Tim looked at the stars
framed by the arms of the trees that reached to the heavens and hummed quiet
ly to himself.  After strolling through the forest a while, Tim sat against
a tree and looked to the sky.  Soon a raccoon appeared and crawled into
Tim's lap as if to go to sleep.  Tim stroked the raccoon's fir and quietly
chatted to it.  After a bit the raccoon rose quickly and suddenly took off,
to Tim's bewilderment.

Suddenly several figures in blood red robes surrounded Tim.  They accosted
him and tied his hands and feet.  They dragged him several yards to a
clearing.  Ike watched as they were joined by more robed figures.  Tim was
stripped and led to a make shift altar over a fire pit.  The robed figures
circled around the pit, then one approached it.  As the circling figures
chanted, the figure in front of the altar, made some sort of speech Ike
couldn't quite understand.  He raised a long black knife above Tim.  Tim's
gaze was locked onto the knife.  Ike was surprise that he showed not a bit
of fear.  Then the knife descended into his lover's chest.

The flame from the pyre seemed to come alive.  To the shock of the man with
the knife.  The flames rose up burning ten times brighter than before,
consuming the body on the altar.  Then the fire exploded and seemed to lick
the figures around it, before finally dying.  The altar was destroyed, the
body gone, the figures confused and terrified.

Ike woke up from that dream screaming.  A cold shiver raced down his spine.
As two days past and Tim didn't return, he called the police.  He told the
detective immediately of Tim's habit to stroll through the woods at night.
The woods were scoured, no evidence of Tim or any foul play was found.
Maybe he just took off said the detective.  Ike accepted finally that the
dream was a message.  He had seen what had happened, and in his sleep was
powerless to prevent it.  He finally went to Diana.

Diana had once been Tim's mentor.  Tim had met Diana when he was twelve, and
after finding out that Diana was Wiccan asked her to teach him.  After a
relatively short time Tim had joined Diana's coven, The Sisters of the Moon.
Tim was with the coven for over 2 years, before both Tim and the coven
decided it was time to move on.  He learned all they had to teach too
quickly.  Staying with them would have been too ... limiting for Tim, and
not in his best interests.   Tim had though remain in close contact with the
coven and especially Diana.

He went to Diana and told her of the dream.  She asked him to join her in a
ritual.  Diana quickly prepared and cast the circle.  When she was done she
sat within the circle with Ike, grasped his hands and asked him to remember
the dream.  He did and was surprised at how easily it came.  After the
pyre's explosion a vision of his lover overcame the scene, and he heard him
whisper "Forever."

After the ritual was over Diana started to speak.

"The figures you saw in the dream were Black Druids.  To Wiccans, and really
to true Druids, they are like the Satanists are to the Christians.  They are
the anti-thesis of everything we are.  We've known about the cult in this
area for years but have never tracked them down.  The last clue to their
whereabouts was several months ago.  You might remember the police getting a
tip and then finding several bodies in various states of decay in the water
tower up at George Mason University.  That was the last time we heard
anything about them until now."

"What about that thing at the end with the fire?  They all seemed surprised
and frightened, like it wasn't a part of the ritual.  Like they didn't
expect it."

Diana pondered for a moment before responding.  "I think I know.  I am not
certain but I think it has something to do with Tim's witch name.  Though
unofficial we always used Phoenix.  He didn't choose the name, it wasn't the
witch name we gave him.  The name seemed to choose him."

"What do you mean?"

"We were doing a ritual.  One of the rituals we like to do during the full
moon.  Since it was an election year we had decide to concentrate on
bringing the country conscious leadership.  As we called down the energy to
channel for our purpose, we all sense something strange with Tim.  You see
we just channel the energy into the circle and when we break the circle it
is released.  Tim was quite new to our coven and not very experienced.  It
was the first time he was allowed to participate.  We noticed that he was
putting more energy into the circle than he was bringing down.  Once we had
started we couldn't stop.  The energy would have become uncontrollable.  So
as we watched, Tim's life energy drained to the point of death.  Then just
as suddenly it was replenished.  We were all quite surprised.  I myself
couldn't have guessed what had happened.  As we stopped our channeling one
of our oldest members locked eyes with Tim and said "Phoenix!"  From then
on that is what he was known to us.

"You have always had a very strong connection to Tim.  I noticed it from the
start.  If you will trust me, and not ask any questions, I think we can kill
two birds with one stone, getting rid of the Black Druids all over the
country.  I will have to train you if you accept, and we must do it
quickly."

Ike accepted and began the training.  His days with Diana were long and
hard, like Tim he learned quickly and was prepared for his task.  Soon he
left Fairfax and began his trek around the country.  He always stayed with
one of Diana's friends.  The time he remembered most was that first time.

He had come into Birmingham, AL and contacted Diana's friend there, a man
named Charles.  He liked Charles, they had an instant rapport.  Charles
quickly briefed him on the activities of the Black Druids in the area.

On the night they had discussed he went strolling through the forests
outside the city.  Soon he was set upon by robed figures that would become
entirely too familiar to him.  The scene played out much as it had in his
dream.  He was stripped and placed on the altar over the pyre.  The
familiar chanting filled the air, but time the scene was a little different.

It all happened in seconds but every time it would happen afterward it would
remain perfectly clear in his memory.  The knife plunged into his chest.  He
slipped out of his body, and as he did he felt something familiar brush past
him and he knew he would be all right.  He looked around and everything
seemed to shimmer with a crystal aura, including the robed figures.  He
notice that the aura was slightly different in the robed figures though.  A
gaping black hole lay over their chests.  Looking down at his body, he
witnessed a bird of fire leap out of the sickening wound in his chest.  The
cries of the robed figures filled the air.  The bird of fire expanded,
engulfing them.  Where the figures had once stood floated little points of
light, after their bodies where turned to ash.  The fire bird absorbed the
points of light before returning to his lifeless body.

The next thing he knew he woke up, crying.  The knife was no longer embed in
his chest.  No wound marred the muscular leanness.  He never understood how
it happened or why he cried.  He still wouldn't as he played out this scene
time and time again across the country.  Now, there was only one remaining
Cult of Black Druids.  Tonight, the anniversary of Tim's disappearance, and
his fitful dream there would be none.

He didn't do it for vengeance.  He didn't actually know why he did it.  He
just knew it had to be done.

He retreat from the porch and went down the hall to the kitchen.  He wanted
to be rested for tonight.

He awoke at 1 am, full rested.  He prepared himself both physically and
mentally, then dress for his journey.  Down the elevator he went and behind
Circle Towers.  Ike followed the same exact route his lover had taken one
year ago.  He stopped and rested at the same tree.

Suddenly several figures in blood red robes surrounded Ike.  They accosted
him and tied his hands and feet.  They dragged him several yards to that
same clearing.  They were joined by more robed figures.  Ike was stripped
and led to a make shift altar over a fire pit.  The robed figures circled
around the pit, then one approached it.  As the circling figures chanted,
the figure in front of the altar, made some sort of speech Ike couldn't
quite understand.  He raised a long black knife above Ike.  Ike's gaze
clouded over.  He showed not a bit of fear.  Then the knife descended into
his chest.

He slipped out of his body, and as he did he felt something familiar brush
past him.  He was filled with that same secure feeling. He looked around and
everything seemed to shimmer with a crystal aura, including the robed
figures.  He notice that the aura of the robed figures was slightly
different than the times before.  The gaping black hole in their chest had a
small crystal of light in the center that almost looked solid.  Looking down
at his body, he witnessed the bird of fire leaping out of the sickening
wound in his chest.  The cries of the robed figures filled the air.  The
bird of fire expanded engulfing them.  The crystals of light seemed to shine
brighter and brighter, as their bodies where turned to ash.  The fire bird
suddenly changed to a whirlwind of fire with a bright light in the center.
Suddenly Ike was awake.

As always, the gaping wound in his chest was gone.  He sat up on the altar
and turned to where the whirlwind of fire had been and saw it still burning
brightly.  As he leapt down off the pyre onto the ground, still naked, he
watched the light in it's center grow brighter and brighter still and then
collapse in on itself.

His eye's filled with tears as he looked to the boy/man before him.  The
man's long black wavy hair cascaded over his shoulders.  The man's porcelain
skin stretched over a muscular frame that reminded him of a young boy, both
in it's hairlessness and it's smallness.  He looked down at the stiff, short
thick cock above the large hairless scrotum of the man that stood before
him.  Ike recognized those long perfectly formed legs.  They were muscular
yet delicate almost like a dancers.

His gaze travel up and stopped somewhere between the thick pink lips and the
small pug nose.  He was afraid to look up.  He expect to see those soulful
eyes with their long thick eyelashes and thick brows, but what if he didn't?

Then finally he did look, and the tears flooded his face.  His hands reached
before him as he stumbled forward toward the man, then stopped just within
reach.  What if it isn't real he asked himself?  What if it is just a ghost,
or just an illusion.

For what seemed like eternity he hesitated.  The figure held out it's arms
in welcome.  Slowly Ike reached for one of the figures hands, and made
contact with flesh.  He rushed into his lover's arms, sobbing as he never
had before.

Then he took this man's face in his hand and kissed him, finally mustering
up the courage to take what he had wanted so long.  Tim yielded to him and
once again he felt at home.

He kissed his lover ravenously as only the grieving can.  His hands traveled
down the body he had longed to hold again for what seemed like so long. His
6'4" frame that once towered over his lover seemed to fold around him. Still
crying he kissed his way down his lovers neck to his chest, devouring him
once again, lifting his 5'8" frame off the ground.  Tim just yielded to him,
letting Ike express every peak of emotion at their reunion.  After devouring
Tim's large dark nipple, Ike dropped to his knees, and buried his lover's
penis in his throat.  A new flood of tears filled his eye's.  The same smell
filled his nostril's, the same taste filled his mouth.  He tongue went wild
under the thick knob.  He sucked furiously, indulging in his lovers taste
and smell. Tim's hands caressed his long blond hair, and his broad muscular
shoulder's.  They could go slow later.

Ike licked his way down Tim's penis and found his large sack, greedily
licking and sucking the succulent scrotum before him.  He only let up for a
moment as he gentle laid his lover on the ground before twisting around and
plunging his thick seven inches into his lover's mouth.  He couldn't believe
this was actually happening.  The stark familiarity that he had so grieved
enfolded him once more.

He let Tim's cock fall from his lip's and lifted Tim's legs to plunged his
tongue into Tim's pink rosebud, so quickly and deftly, he was rewarded by a
deep gasp of both pleasure and familiarity.  Tim started to nearly fuck
Ike's cock down his throat in response.

Ike rose and turned once more.  His lips found Tim's as his cock buried
itself in Tim's ass.  The familiar fit allowed him instant access.  They
both groaned.  Tim's ass rose to meet his thrust.  He pounded his lover's
cavern and fucked his mouth with his tongue.  Joy enfolded him, and he felt
the joy radiating from Tim. Both their bodies jerked and spasmed
simultaneously, and finally their love met it's crescendo.

Ike just laid there on top of his reborn lover, his spent penis still in
him, not wanting to move in case he would turn around and Tim would be gone
again.  He felt sleepy and fulfilled.  He felt happy for the first time in a
year.

As he lay there in the midst of scattered and dead leaves, bits of twig and
bark, he notice animals surrounding them.  A squirrel lay down next to a
fox, as the animals circled them under a blanket of tree limps and stars.
Many different animals lay close to them in the chilly night, offering to
share their body heat for warmth.  Sleep seemed to take him before he could
stop it.  As he drift off he heard those words fall from Tim's lips.

"Forever."